City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 253 - 253 0254 Borrowing a Corpse to Resurrect the Soul

253: Chapter 0254: Borrowing a Corpse to Resurrect the Soul 253: Chapter 0254: Borrowing a Corpse to Resurrect the Soul Jinling had seen Zhang Yi drive back home after 11 p.m., but now Zhang Yi’s phone was unreachable.

The two security guards sensed that something might be wrong, but it wasn’t their place to worry too much about it.

Having tried reaching him without success, they didn’t try again.

Driven by greed, Zhou Yang returned to Zhang Yi’s residence.

With the key in his possession, he directly entered the house and headed for the master bedroom’s wardrobe.

There, he found the key and unlocked it, taking out some hundred-yuan bills and some jewelry that wealthy women had given to Zhang Yi as tips at the bar.

Zhou Yang took everything and put it in a bag.

Then, he hurriedly left the room and descended from the upstairs, thinking of taking Zhang Yi’s Honda car, but fearing he might be tracked, he ultimately chose not to drive it.

As he passed by the security booth at the entrance, the two guards looked at Zhou Yang suspiciously and asked, “How come we can’t reach your friend’s phone?”

“He’s asleep,”

Zhou Yang said.

Hearing this, the guards did not feel suspicious anymore.

However, Zhou Yang quickened his pace, stepped outside, hailed a taxi, and left Jinling during the night.

On one hand, he feared the Tiger Gang; on the other, he himself had collaborated with the Tiger Gang to kill Zhang Yi and had taken all of Zhang Yi’s money and valuables.

Just earlier, Liu Wei’s subordinates had driven a small car with Zhang Yi’s body directly to a garbage dump and dumped his body there.

Under the cover of night, naturally, nobody noticed, and it might be only when the pile of garbage was about to be cleaned and Zhang Yi’s body began to decay and stink that the workers would discover it.

Already, the pile of garbage was extremely foul-smelling, causing ordinary people who saw it to keep their distance.

Meanwhile, two shabbily dressed men, one in his forties and the other in his fifties, with eyes that seemed to sink into their sockets and a gloomy look, ventured out.

Even their distressed attire would frighten an ordinary person, let alone under the darkness of the night.

The two men did not speak as they walked.

A driver who passed them thought they were just beggars because of their appearance.

Suddenly, they stopped by the garbage pile.

They exchanged glances, as if they both saw what they were looking for.

The garbage pile contained various household wastes and miscellaneous trash, and even dead dogs, which were rotten and stinking, with flies buzzing around.

Maybe it would take a week before this pile of garbage was scheduled to be taken away for disposal.

The two men paid no attention to the various kinds of garbage in the pile, nor did they shoo away the flies buzzing around them.

Instead, any fly that tried to land on their heads, faces, or bodies simply fell to the ground, motionless, dead.

Soon, the swarm of flies thinning rapidly, and they dared not fly close to the two men anymore.

The two men had noticed the body in the garbage pile.

The man in his fifties touched the body and felt no remaining warmth.

However, judging from the state of the body, he knew that the person had been suffocated to death, his life ending with a heavy grievance.

The two had been looking for a body with a heavy grievance to conduct an experiment, but among the many bodies they found in the morgue of several hospitals, none met this criteria.

The man in front of them appeared to be in his thirties, clean-cut with long fingernails.

He must have been quite popular with women in his lifetime.

The two thought that this corpse was perfect for their experiment.

They pulled the body from a pile of garbage, then found a black bag to place it in and, under the cover of darkness, took Zhang Yi’s body away from there.

They moved away from the garbage pile carrying Zhang Yi’s body and quickly disappeared into the night.

When they eventually stopped, they were in a wooded area in the outskirts of Jinling.

There, the middle-aged man carrying the body set down Zhang Yi’s body.

He and another man, who looked to be in his fifties, started to gather various items from a crudely constructed cabin.

Items like a Taoist robe, cinnabar, Yellow Talismans, and incense—all were brought out, similar to what the fortuneteller had used for Zhang Dongliang and his wife that night.

However, they were now in the deep woods of a suburban area, and if no one came in, no one would know what the two were doing.

The two placed Zhang Yi’s body in the middle, donned ragged robes resembling Taoist robes, and began muttering incantations.

About half an hour later, they retrieved a rooster from the cabin.

This rooster was tied with a rope, and now the man in his fifties dragged it out of the cabin and came before Zhang Yi’s body, starting to chant spells over the rooster.

Another half hour passed, and the man in his fifties pointed directly at the rooster and then dabbed the rooster’s comb with cinnabar.

The rooster screamed pitifully and collapsed limply, upon which the man in his fifties looked towards Zhang Yi’s body and shouted loudly, “Live!”

The middle-aged man, who appeared to be in his forties, watched from the side.

This was something they had done many times.

It could be said they were resurrecting the dead or maybe giving new life to them.

However, they didn’t borrow the souls of living beings but instead, used the soul of the rooster, transferring it to Zhang Yi’s body.

Zhang Yi had long been dead beyond recovery; his Three Souls and Seven Spirits had long dissipated and certainly could not be found again.

However, his brain still retained some conscious remnants from before he was smothered alive by Liu Wei’s gang.

Now, as both men looked on, they saw Zhang Yi slowly open his eyes and awaken.

Zhang Yi’s gaze still appeared vacant, unlike that of a normal person, resembling more the look a rooster gives when alive.

The two exchanged glances and smiled, satisfied that this body could indeed be a successful test subject.

Of course, they had merely transferred the rooster’s soul into Zhang Yi’s body.

Zhang Yi appeared alive on the surface, but in reality, he was dead.

Now they could control Zhang Yi to do whatever they made the rooster do.

Of course, they were still using Zhang Yi merely as a test subject to see if the experiment had truly succeeded.

Zhang Yi, controlled by the two men like a puppet, was under their invisible strings.

To those familiar with him, he now seemed just like a lifeless, soulless being.